- ... - ... :: "' . It ttl II "............... .- ..... : : '.,. ---............. ø- · · r' -' ; 0 0 . . . )\ . o ......',. THE TALK OF THE TOWN Notes and Comment l: CIFUGOUS NOTE: Two small ter- riers belonging to a brassière man- ufacturer ("The Brassière That Really Uplifts") are taken by night to one of the playgrounds in Centra] Park, where they are released and al- lowed to slide down the chute, which they do with great relish. By day, passing through the same playground, they pretend they have never even seen the thing. N OTE to ministers who have run out of ideas: Goodenough & W oglom, 296 Broadway, publish a thirty-five-cent hook entitled "Snappy Sentences for Church Bulletin Boards." S INCE the readers of the Evening Journal have been officially dubbed "neotrists," we have been watching eagerly for similar announcements by our other great newspapers. Let us give them a nudge. Shall we call the faith- ful of the Times "procons," for their constant mutter of pro and con? The purse-lipped, temple-throbbing readers of the Herald Tribune we shall term provisionally "spleenogenes," or, more simply, "tutters." And those who look starrily up from the Daily Mirror shall be "mortamorists," dreamers of love and death. P AR TL Y by stealth, partly by cun- ning, a doctor gained entrance to our middle ear last week, hoping to discover there the secret of the dizziness from which we suffer. He blew and he blew, setting up Eustachian williwaws of seeming great intensity. The ear must be the very vestibule of the mind, for as we sat there bracing ourself, it seemed a. though all the great winds of the world were rattling at the door of the skull, and that the next squaB would explode the partition and carry our Intellect away. \Ve still have a ring- ing in the ear-a globule of Thought, caught in a sea puss; and we still yaw about when we try to hold a course through the streets. If they can't find anything wrong in our ear, we under- stand, they are going to look under our teeth, for traces of mice. And from there it's only a short jump to the ton- sils themselves, where the Harpies live. P HYSICIANS on the trail of a man's dizziness are explorers of a hardy sort. They are ready to go any- where, on short notice, travelling light. They speak of "toxicity," and set out for the Yukon. Yet there are undoubt- edly toxic secretions in a man which the medical fraternity know very little of. A writer, detecting signs of decay in his own stuff, secretes internal poi- sons which would make even a diseased tonsil sit up and take notice. S OMEWHA T behind in our read- ing, we just got around to the 1937 TV orld Ã lmanac the other night. On page 326 there is a list of "forty words found hardest to spell," compiled by lice E. Watson of Teachers College. Three of the words are apparently so hard to spell that even Miss Watson finds them hard. Want to try "alitera- tion," "gazeteer," and "ichthiology" again, Miss Watson? You did so well on the other thirty-seven. E ASILY the most engrossing task in America today is that facing the Labor Relations Board. What is go- ing to be done, for instance, about the man (whoever he is) who now holds the A.P. job which Morris Watson was fired from and which he (Watson) is entitled to retake? Does the incumbent get Watson's job with the WP A thea- tre, plus a $9S-a-month bonus to make up the difference in scale? And what will the Labor Relations Board do about an employee's discharging an employer, which happened only last week when Heywood Broun gave the Nation the bounce on the grounds that it was just a bunch of organized liberals who dis- agreed with him on the Court plan and who maintained an open mind? This is plainly contrary to the intent of the Wagner Act. Will the Board compel Broun to give the Nation back its posi- tion as employer, refunding it the dough it paid him to get its own ears boxed? An engrossing task, we call it. A GAPE on Fifth Avenue as a wed- fi ding party descended from St. Thomas's, we had eyes only for the groom-sleek and beautiful as a dol- phin. The molded cutaway, the lush gardenia, the pearly cascade of the Ascot tie! This is modern man at his best, transfigured, his apparel eXplain- ing those faintly troubling words of the English service: "With my body I thee worship." It is man at his best, and we shall not see him so again. Henceforth he will appear in the neat herringbone, the neater pin stripe. He will put aside the wedding garments till a friend asks him to be an usher; then the tense cut- away will be let out an inch here, a couple of inches there. We shall avert our eyes. T HE Young People's Church of the Air began its prayer over WMCA the other Sunday with the hope that God was listening in. This calls up a picture to the mind, a picture we had never thought about. The ways of the Lord are mysterious, and in justice to Ry-Krisp we must report .that Marion